The sky slowly pulled up its blue dress to reveal night.

The question, I've come to think, is not what inspires one to change, but what inspires one to remain changed.

"My insides don't match up with my outsides." "Do anyone's inside and outsides match up?" "I don't know. I'm only me." "Maybe that's what a person's personality is: the difference between the inside and the outside."

Weeks passed like boats waiting to sail into the starless dawn, we were full of aimless endless darkness.

I’d rather somebody hate what I do than be indifferent to it.

Am I such a bad person for dreaming of a world that ends when I do? I don't mean the world ending with respect to me, but every set of eyes closing with mine.

Try to live so that you can always tell the truth.